Life. Just one word. One word I cant find meaning of. First u are born, u grow up, have a family & die. Death is sth we are all afraid of. We all have to die someday, there's no way to stop it. Well. Thats what I thought. Till it happened to me. One day I was a normal girl with a school life, friends & a future ahead of me. Next minute I wake up in a park, filled with thirst & desire for...blood. Why? I dont know. I dont know how it happened or who made this to me. But I was determined to find out. I had to know who had cursed me. Made me vulnerable to life. Made me incapable of being happy. How do I know what I am? Simple. My father. Obsessed with fantasy stories, magic, werewolves..& vampires. He mentioned a town once: Mystic Falls, where every curse & mystical creature went. I though he was crazy, but looking at myself now I realized its true. He left home in search of all this stuff 5 years ago. My mom kicked me out scared to death when she saw me covered in blood. I guess its not normal that your daughter comes home covered in blood & tells u shes a mystical creature called a vampire. No. I guess not. Anyway here I am, doing a road trip & searching for this Mystic Falls. Maybe my creator is there. Hidden? Or in bright daylight? Nah. Hidden. I had to find this town. It was the only way to know if I could control myself, control this thirst. I would ask him or her for a reason of why he or her had done this to me. Why? Just one word & he or she better had an answer.